The white vapor spraying from Little Giant's body grew thinner and thinner. At last, he let out a long sigh and stopped attacking. His body rapidly shrank, and the blood-red veins on his face faded just as quickly. In the blink of an eye, his original appearance returned.
He was none other than Senior Brother Wu, who enjoyed considerable fame among the Outer Disciples. Now that he had ended his Secret Art, however, his face was deathly pale, and he swayed even while standing still. After cupping his hands to the young Daoist, he leaped straight off the arena the moment the Light Screen vanished.
After the Sect Master of the Green Water Palace appeared and announced the result, the young Daoist leisurely flew back to his True Disciple seat above. The number on it revealed that he was ranked sixty-fourth.
Wang Yu gave the young Daoist a long, searching look. This challenge had revealed little of the man's other abilities, but the defensive power of his bamboo-slip Magical Artifact was truly astonishing.
Even after Senior Brother Wu unleashed his final trump card, raising his physique to a level infinitely close to the Second Tier, he had still failed to break through the defense released by the bamboo slips. That alone showed how formidable the artifact was.
Of course, this was also because Senior Brother Wu's attacks lacked variety, and his only offensive Magical Artifact was a pair of Second Tier Low Grade Arm Armor. This single-minded approach to close combat had proved unstoppable in the preliminaries, but against True Disciples in the finals, his opponents could easily see through it and exploit its weaknesses.
As Wang Yu pondered this, the Heaven-Mixing Wheel began spinning again overhead.
A short while later, someone flew up from the spectator stands. Petite, with